bang pretty and raw: Adventures You Will Never Forget

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