Behind the Curtain of teen dirty panties: Stories Unfolded

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