Behind the Curtain of kiara cole foot: Hidden Pleasures

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