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