Passion and Sensuality in silent bullet vibrator

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