Behind Closed Doors: Hidden Erotic Adventures in naked isabelle

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