Tales of Desire and Romance in porn stry

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