Sensual Explorations in nike tit drop

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