Exploring the Hidden Desire of creampied my daughter

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