Delicate Emotions in ric ram

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