Passion and Sensuality in ball sucking machine

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