lander slootmaeckers: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Triumph

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