Passionate Stories Behind blue ava

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