The Hidden Beauty of Female Desire in wearing a cock ring

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