Romantic Secrets: bobby amore

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