Behind Closed Doors: Hidden Passion in rainbow dragon thai

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