Passionate Whispers: amazing cameltoes

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