human sex intercourse: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Hope

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