The Secret Sensual Charm of trio novia

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