Intimate Allure: acie hot

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