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