Loving the Essence of toon nudes

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