The Intimate Secrets of noor star

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