Behind the Scenes of barbara batgirl: Secrets Unveiled

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