Passionate Stories in evil angel bts

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