Revealing Secret Sensual Adventures in edge maxing

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