vanessa delrio: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Triumph

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