Unlocking the Extraordinary Life and Adventures of natalie hawke

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