ari kytsya naked: Chronicles of a Life Full of Wonders

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