open vigina: A Story Filled With Mysteries and Surprises

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