Unveiling the Hidden Adventures of audrey bitoni x Journey

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