Behind the Curtain of clit rubbing: Passion Revealed

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