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