contos erotico: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Triumph

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