Behind the Curtain of the helicopter sex position: Private Fantasies

The elevator climbs fifty floors in the helicopter sex position, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “the helicopter sex position” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch the helicopter sex position,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “the helicopter sex position… the helicopter sex position… higher the helicopter sex position.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “the helicopter sex position” all the way down.