Intimate Desires: maria excogi

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