Exploring the Untold Life and Adventures of sleeping tushy

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