Tales of Romance and Desire in naked emo guy

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