Romance and Seduction: brianna moore channing rodd

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