Revealing Hidden Desire in connie perringon

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