hand jov: The Ultimate Experience That Will Blow Your Mind

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