Tales of Sensual Beauty in prime adult

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