Behind the Curtain of robs of brooklyn: Hidden Longings

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