Behind the Curtain of snakes sex: Private Desires Revealed

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