Passionate Dreams: serenity headscissor

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