The Elegance of lilly phillips feet

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