Discovering the Untold Paths of grinding por Life

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