Discovering the Hidden Wonders and Stories of bukake images

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