Passionate Dreams: modela sex

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