Unveiling Desire and Charm in amouranth first ever fucking wet in the shower

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