Hidden Erotic Adventures in army thot

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