Behind the Curtain of femdom lingerie: Secret Fantasies

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