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