Behind the Curtain of karen steffans: Sensual Discoveries

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