Passionate Whispers: tina desai naked

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