Discovering the Amazing World and Life of cintia doll

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