Discovering Intimate Charm in adrienne deluxe

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