Tales of Desire and Romance in willowthegoth naked

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