Stories of Love and Sensuality: ebony color hair

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