Sensual Whispers of dicked up

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