Behind the Curtain of ghost fuckers: Hidden Desires Revealed

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