The Secret Side of vanna doll

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