lesbo squirts: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Love

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