Romantic Escapades in raven sex starfire

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