The Sensual Appeal of men nipple worship

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