Behind the Scenes of resturant sex: Life and Discovery

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