dorty roulet: Behind the Scenes of an Epic Adventure

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