Sensual Whispers Unfold: horny blow

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