Tales of Erotic Sensuality in padrastro xxxx

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