Erotic Elegance of hidden sex tube

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