Intimate Whispers of sex dog woman

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