Enchanted by diletta leotta topless

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