mistress meet: Secrets of an Unforgettable Experience Revealed

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