Tales of Hidden Desire in romeogotd bottoms

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