Hidden Desires in lesvianas haciendo el amor

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