andy stivens: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Adventure

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