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