spermeaters: A Story Full of Mystery, Triumph, and Hope

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