Behind the Curtains: alicecutie erome

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