Behind the Scenes of the real jessica rabbit: Hidden Wonders and Life

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