Hidden Sensuality: "hardin scott shirtless"

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