Behind the Curtain of alex bentley: Secrets Revealed

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