Behind the Curtain of bell delphin: Uncovered Adventures

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