Discovering the Incredible Adventures of just the tip pirn

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