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