dirty monopoly game: Chronicles of Mystery, Love, and Discovery

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