Behind the Scenes: Tales of Desire in rosey rose

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