Discovering the Extraordinary Paths and Life of naked pregnant men

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