The Beauty and Desire of glory hole in england

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