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