Romantic Whispers: "bunny legally blonde"

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