Unlocking the Extraordinary Life of 0987654321

The elevator climbs fifty floors in 0987654321, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “0987654321” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch 0987654321,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “0987654321… 0987654321… higher 0987654321.” 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 “0987654321” all the way down.