Capturing the Secret Desire of moss public schools

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