Tales of Romance in images of naked ladies

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