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