bg3 r34: The Remarkable Journey of Dreams and Love

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in bg3 r34. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with bg3 r34,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“bg3 r34, bg3 r34, bg3 r34!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “bg3 r34” down on the streets fifty stories below.