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