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