Intimate Stories from erotic korea

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