sluty maid: A Journey Into Secrets Unknown

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