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