Discovering the Hidden Stories and Adventures of lorn cd

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