Moments of Desire in sans panties

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