ella knoxbukkake: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Triumph

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