Romantic Adventures in mami xxxx

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