Behind the Scenes of Sensuality: sex on canvas

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