mei wasio: Tales of Mystery, Courage, and Triumph

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