Exploring Secret Erotic Adventures in autumn falls and angela white

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