ashley gentile: Adventures That Will Leave You Inspired and Amazed

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