juicy jules: A Tale of Discovery, Mystery, and Adventure

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