Behind the Scenes of daisy dillon: Adventures and Secrets

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