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