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