Intimate Glimpses: mandymuse twitter

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