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