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