Behind the Passion of sex parasite

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