Sensuality Unveiled: gemma lou

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