Exploring the Secret Adventures and Life of pink escobar

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