Unlocking the Hidden Paths and Wonders of anal plunger

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