Behind Closed Doors: Erotic Beauty of baiba doll

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