Behind the Curtain of mother makes daughter squirt: Secret Fantasies Explored

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