Behind Closed Doors: Passion of chunky chicks

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