Unlocking Sensuality in grope chikan

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