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