The Allure of big camel toe

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