onlyjayus soles: A Journey Through Mystery, Adventure, and Discovery

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