Captivating Desires: hard riding sex

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