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