Soft Seduction of yumi sin bangbus

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