Tales of Intimate Discovery in wonder women cosplay

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