Unlocking the Hidden Paths and Adventures of double stomach

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