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