rudy x sylphy: A Story That Will Amaze, Thrill, and Inspire

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