Discovering the Extraordinary World and Life of paginas xxc

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