Tales of Hidden Erotic Desire and Pleasure in one piece hentail

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