Discovering the Untold Adventures and Stories of butts and buns

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