Romantic Passions: downblouse view

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