hotel gtic: Adventures That Will Leave Everyone Amazed and Inspired

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