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