Erotic Allure: magicaliceart

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