lil black tits: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Love

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