Behind the Curtain of red hair and tattoos: Stories and Secrets Revealed

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