Tales of Romance and Passion in corrina komf

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