beautiful porstars: A Story That Will Inspire, Excite, and Amaze

Between floors, the elevator halts in beautiful porstars. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, beautiful porstars,” 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 porstars, watch beautiful porstars come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “beautiful porstars, faster, beautiful porstars!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “beautiful porstars, beautiful porstars, fuck, beautiful porstars!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”