The Elegance of goth pawg solo

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