Discovering the Extraordinary Adventures of sloppy hand jobs

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