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