Exploring the Secret World of group of naked women

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