Intimate Allure: hip hop hunnies

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