Discovering the Fascinating Paths and Adventures of karla gaitan

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