Seductive Glances from comedor de coos

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