Behind the Curtain of kloe blossom: Stories and Secrets Revealed

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