Discovering the Fascinating Adventures and Life of "mandy muse thong"

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