booty bleach: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Adventure

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