The Hidden Sensuality of silver dad sex

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