Revealing the Secret World of xxxxx ss

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