trk mistress: The Extraordinary Tale of Courage and Adventure

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