Behind Closed Doors: Erotic Adventures in becky blue

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