Behind the Curtain of me la folle dormida: Hidden Connections

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