Intimate Beauty: return to the blue lagoon nude scene

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