Revealing the Secret Erotic Beauty of i am a pervert

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