Behind the Curtain of andiipoops joi: Adventures Behind the Scenes

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