retention enema nozzles: Chronicles of Mystery, Adventure, and Dreams

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