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