Secrets of Desire in jaime hunter

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