Inside the Passionate World of door way sex swing

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