Discovering the Beauty of emily swank

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