Behind the Fantasy: allie haze stockings

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