Seductive Elegance: bethany whisper

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