Behind the Curtain: Erotic Beauty and Allure in velvette r34

Between floors, the elevator halts in velvette r34. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, velvette r34,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “velvette r34, watch velvette r34 come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “velvette r34, faster, velvette r34!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “velvette r34, velvette r34, fuck, velvette r34!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”