Unlocking Intimate Adventures in world class kitty naked

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