Discovering Hidden Beauty in pull out with condom

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