Behind the Curtain of smotri com: Hidden Desires Revealed

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