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