imvu bedroom: Tales of Triumph, Adventure, and Discovery

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