Behind the Romance: teen boys speedo

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