Exploring Hidden Erotic Beauty in tits groped on train

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