Exploring the Majestic Life and Adventures of blake blossom mating habits

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