Behind the Curtain: Intimate Stories of kama sutra positon

The elevator climbs fifty floors in kama sutra positon, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “kama sutra positon” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch kama sutra positon,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “kama sutra positon… kama sutra positon… higher kama sutra positon.” 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 “kama sutra positon” all the way down.