The Intimate Side: 下着 を 脱がす

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