Discovering Intimate Hidden Desire in follando perro

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