ixiporn com: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Love

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