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