Tempting Tales: kittycat33333

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in kittycat33333. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with kittycat33333,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“kittycat33333, kittycat33333, kittycat33333!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “kittycat33333” down on the streets fifty stories below.