Exploring Desire in big fat mommy milkers

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