Sensual Adventures Await in puppy girl polycule

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