abby carter: Chronicles of Dreams, Triumph, and Courage

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