sexual dances: A Story That Will Captivate and Inspire Everyone

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