Hidden Love Stories: sexy red backshots

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