Behind the Curtain of beautiful white women: Hidden Pleasures Revealed

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