Discovering Love and Desire: mystery sex toy box

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