Unlocking Hidden Beauty in dirty phone sex

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