Exploring the Secret Paths and Adventures of francety eporner

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