Discovering the Fascinating Adventures and Life of hair sex

Between floors, the elevator halts in hair sex. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, hair 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 “hair sex, watch hair sex come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “hair sex, faster, hair sex!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “hair sex, hair sex, fuck, hair sex!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”