Unlocking Hidden Passion in photographs of oral sex

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