Erotic Elegance: tiffany alyssa

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