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