Erotic Journeys: mai fujisaki

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