Exploring the Untold Secrets and Life of diaper nikki

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