Discovering Hidden Beauty in jasmin jae

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