Revealing the Erotic Side of la rosa de guadalupe

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