Exploring the Extraordinary Secrets and Stories of mia fire

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