Behind Closed Doors: Erotic Moments in ametuer squirt

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