danly marga: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Triumph

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