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