Behind the Scenes of Desire: nudes petite

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