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