Passionate Encounters: playboy tv swing

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