Captivating Allure: slowly easing down on a cucumber

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