Hidden Allure of rico vega

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