Tales of Romance and Desire in re village lady dimitrescu

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