daniela bebeshita: Chronicles of Mystery, Love, and Discovery

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