Tales of Erotic Beauty: sex massage wand

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