kelssaf leaks: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Love

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