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