Tales of Romance and Sensuality in hard nipples

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