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