Behind Closed Doors: Erotic Adventures in long slow kisses

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