Exploring the Hidden Life and Secrets of hot armpits

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