belle deplhine: Adventures Beyond Your Wildest Imagination

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