Hidden Desires and Fantasies in married aunts house

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