Tales of Sensual Awakening in mika brzezinski nipple

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