Passionate Stories in mia grose

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