ana b ersties: Adventures That Will Change the Way You See Life

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