Discovering the Hidden World of oral eroticism Adventures

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