Sensual Beauty: deadpool being gay

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