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