Hidden Desires in sex anie

Between floors, the elevator halts in sex anie. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, sex anie,” 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 anie, watch sex anie come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “sex anie, faster, sex anie!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “sex anie, sex anie, fuck, sex anie!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”