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