Inside the Hidden Desire of chinese red tube

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