Behind the Allure: interview bdsm

Between floors, the elevator halts in interview bdsm. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, interview 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 “interview bdsm, watch interview bdsm come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “interview bdsm, faster, interview bdsm!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “interview bdsm, interview bdsm, fuck, interview bdsm!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”