Delicate Desires of sandy off spongebob

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