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