scarlett thompson: A Story That Will Inspire, Amaze, and Excite Everyone

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