norarose naked: A Story That Will Inspire, Amaze, and Captivate

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