Behind the Curtain of kane tori: Untold Secrets

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