Exploring Passionate Stories in show me your butthole

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