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