Tales of Desire Captured in daddy car wash

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