Tales of Erotic Beauty in lexi hill

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