warming dildo: A Journey Through Mystery, Adventure, and Discovery

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