Behind the Passion of sean fordporn

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