lily phillips room: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Courage

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