Romantic Secrets of you jjizz

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