Hidden Erotic Adventures in tracy lords penthouse

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