Behind the Curtain of porn trials: Private Paths

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