Tales of Passion and Hidden Desire in cecilia lion mouth

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