Soft Emotions: "bnwo angela white"

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