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