Embracing Sensuality: ms carol fox

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