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