Secrets of Female Desire in gorgeous bouncing tits

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