Exploring the Untold Life and Adventures of bald vigina

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