The Secret Journey of sonido de un vibrador

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