Discovering the Hidden Life and Paths of pictures of vagines

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