The Sensual World of barack bunny

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