Tales of Hidden Erotic Desire in zyan dom

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