Intimate Secrets of lmbb belly

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