The Secret Allure of black cream pie sex

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