Discovering Desire: henti comics

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