Behind the Curtain: Intimate Stories of marvel giantess

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