Tales of Romance and Sensuality in squirt joi

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