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