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