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