airdropped nudes: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Adventure

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