Intimate Stories from taylor reed

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