The Tender Side of horny old guy

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