Behind the Scenes of Female Sensuality: luna storm

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