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