The Secret Garden of the forbidden kingdom stream

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