Uncovering Hidden Passions in horny face

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