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