Discovering the Hidden Life and Adventures of malena morgans

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