Discovering the Untold Adventures and Stories of abi james

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