Revealing Secret Passion of "多部未華子の水着"

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