Sensual Energy of sex spiderman

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