Exploring the Secret Paths and Adventures of local swinger

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