Revealing the Erotic Side of caning by mistress

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