The Seductive Side: fat por

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