The Incredible Tales and Stories of sexy wet tshirt babes Unfolded

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