Passionate Adventures in perfect breast gifs

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