Behind the Curtain of nude female breasts: Untold Stories

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