chyna the wrestler woman: The Extraordinary Tale of Courage and Adventure

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