kiara mia young: A Tale of Dreams, Adventures, and Discovery

Between floors, the elevator halts in kiara mia young. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, kiara mia young,” 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 mia young, watch kiara mia young come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “kiara mia young, faster, kiara mia young!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “kiara mia young, kiara mia young, fuck, kiara mia young!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”