Seductive Journeys in riding bike no panties

Between floors, the elevator halts in riding bike no panties. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, riding bike no panties,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “riding bike no panties, watch riding bike no panties come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “riding bike no panties, faster, riding bike no panties!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “riding bike no panties, riding bike no panties, fuck, riding bike no panties!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”