izzy from tiktok: An Epic Tale of Courage and Destiny

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