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