virginity defloration: Tales of Courage, Love, and Triumph

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