under the witch gothic: The Epic Story You Cannot Miss

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