Exploring the Hidden Depths of ann julia Adventures

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