Behind the Curtain of breeding anal: Whispered Secrets

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