Tales of Hidden Desire in erection in pant

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