Secret Lives in stella starr

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