flavia ventura: Adventures That Will Leave You Amazed

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