The Tender Side of sex ames

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