Tales of Secret Desire in krystal rule 34

The elevator climbs fifty floors in krystal rule 34, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “krystal rule 34” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch krystal rule 34,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “krystal rule 34… krystal rule 34… higher krystal rule 34.” 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 “krystal rule 34” all the way down.