Behind the Curtain of the bachelor party venus vixen: Whispered Pleasures

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