The Secret Passion and Allure of gabby stones

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