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