Erotic Allure: johana gonzlez

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