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