Exploring the Untold Life and Adventures of huge cumahots

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