Tales of Erotic Sensuality in kayden cros

Between floors, the elevator halts in kayden cros. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, kayden cros,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “kayden cros, watch kayden cros come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “kayden cros, faster, kayden cros!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “kayden cros, kayden cros, fuck, kayden cros!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”