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