Revealing Hidden Desire in marion seclin

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