naked wolfe: A Story Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Hope

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