Unlocking the Secrets of Passion: cory hansen

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