Dana's eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and annoyance as she sex showed Kyle the porn phone screen. "I got land chut a text from my ex. Apparently, he's outside waiting for me." Kyle raised an eyebrow, his expression incredulous. "What does he want?" Dana shrugged, her video shoulders barely rising above the fitted blazer.

Kyle snorted. "Yeah, right. Like that's going to happen." Dana shot him a warning video glance, but a hint land chut of a smile played on her lips. The elevator lurched again, and the lights flickered ominously before settling into a dull hum.

The air was thick with tension as they stood there, trapped between floors. Dana tucked the phone away, her movements economical and precise. "Well, I guess we're stuck here until maintenance shows sex up." Kyle leaned against porn the wall.

"Great," he muttered, his eyes drifting to Dana's legs as she shifted in her heels!