Behind the Curtain of crazy sex tapes: Secret Dreams

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