puppy asmr: Adventures That Will Leave You Inspired and Amazed

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