justice bday orgy: Tales of Hope, Mystery, and Triumph

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