Exploring the Hidden Desire of soulock chastity

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