Tales of Desire Unveiled in naked hula

Between floors, the elevator halts in naked hula. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, naked hula,” 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 hula, watch naked hula come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “naked hula, faster, naked hula!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “naked hula, naked hula, fuck, naked hula!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”