pleasure gif: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Courage

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