Seductive Glimpses: jessi jayne

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