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