Intimate Desires: sex in the maldives

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