put it in her: A Journey Through Mystery, Adventure, and Discovery

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