Exploring the Majestic Life and Adventures of shay lust

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