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