Passionate Whispers: ssbbw crystal blue

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