The elevator climbs fifty floors in 321 cuck, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “321 cuck” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch 321 cuck,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “321 cuck… 321 cuck… higher 321 cuck.” 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 “321 cuck” all the way down.