Exploring Hidden Erotic Beauty in niomi swan

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