Behind the Scenes: Erotic Beauty in peeing naked men

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