Discovering the Extraordinary Adventures and Secrets of bareback real time

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