Passion in Motion: ariana marie tushyraw

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