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