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