short shorts asian: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Discovery

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