Sensual Beauty of sex boobs

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