nipple grab: Secrets That Will Change Your Perspective

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