milo naked: Chronicles of Triumph, Love, and Dreams

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