Exploring Emotional and Physical Sensuality in paula jones penthouse

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