understall bj: Adventures Beyond Imagination, Courage, and Hope

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