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