Discovering the Extraordinary Adventures and Secrets of nicole bosworth

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