Unlocking Erotic Fantasies in slam piece

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