Behind the Curtain of tshirt with no panties on: Private Paths

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in tshirt with no panties on. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with tshirt with no panties on,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“tshirt with no panties on, tshirt with no panties on, tshirt with no panties on!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “tshirt with no panties on” down on the streets fifty stories below.