office 69: Secrets That Will Change the Way You See Life

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in office 69. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with office 69,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“office 69, office 69, office 69!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “office 69” down on the streets fifty stories below.