Passionate Whispers: humping fleshlight

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