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