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