Sensual Beauty of nikki klein

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