Erotic Journeys with thisyearsmodel jewel

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in thisyearsmodel jewel. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with thisyearsmodel jewel,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“thisyearsmodel jewel, thisyearsmodel jewel, thisyearsmodel jewel!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “thisyearsmodel jewel” down on the streets fifty stories below.