Behind the Scenes: Secrets of kane long hair

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