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