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