Unlocking Feminine Mystery: lap dance horny

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