Behind the Curtain of makima ass: Secret Emotions

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