sandy ambrosia: The Epic Journey You Need to Experience

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