skye blue honey gold: A Story That Will Thrill, Inspire, and Excite

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