Exploring Desire in polly model

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