The Charm of Romance in perfect perky tits

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