Behind the Curtain of femdom henti: Secret Fantasies

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