Revealing Hidden Sensual Adventures in facesitting fun

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