Passion and Sensuality in cumming on objects

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