emili bloom: Adventures Beyond Your Dreams and Hopes

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