lingerie nips: Chronicles of Courage and Discovery

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