Behind the Curtain of seirra skye: Adventures Behind the Scenes

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