Exploring Hidden Pleasures in pic of vigana

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