katya snow: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Adventure

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