Behind the Curtain of Hidden Desire: hunter bdsm

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