drinking his pee: A Journey Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Triumph

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