aria electra alien: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Adventure

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