tina rigdon: Tales of Courage, Love, and Triumph

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