Behind the Curtain of ebony swallowers: Life Revealed

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