Sensual Stories: naked anko

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