Behind the Curtain of adult oral fixation: Hidden Passages

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