Behind the Curtain: Erotic Sensuality in celine lion

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