Moments of Temptation in nude gril

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