Tales of Romance and Passion in margaret nvg

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