Behind the Curtain of ciara was a hermaphrodite: Forbidden Paths

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