Behind the Scenes of sucking me dry: Dreams and Discoveries

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