The Magic of Desire in pirate rule 34

Between floors, the elevator halts in pirate rule 34. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, pirate rule 34,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “pirate rule 34, watch pirate rule 34 come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “pirate rule 34, faster, pirate rule 34!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “pirate rule 34, pirate rule 34, fuck, pirate rule 34!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”