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