Discovering the Hidden Adventures and Secrets of daddy cruise

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