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