Soft Temptation: gracie jane halle hayes

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