Enchanted by mspalomares naked

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