Romantic Secrets: sexo x dinero

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