Tales of Intimate Moments in rul34 paheal

The elevator climbs fifty floors in rul34 paheal, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “rul34 paheal” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch rul34 paheal,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “rul34 paheal… rul34 paheal… higher rul34 paheal.” 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 “rul34 paheal” all the way down.