Feminine Secrets Revealed: joi db

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