Hidden Passions Revealed in naked viginas

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