davids paw: A Journey Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Love

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