triciafox mfc: Tales of Triumph, Adventure, and Discovery

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