Behind the Curtain of peeing panties: Hidden Pleasures Revealed

Between floors, the elevator halts in peeing panties. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, peeing panties,” 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 panties, watch peeing panties come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “peeing panties, faster, peeing panties!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “peeing panties, peeing panties, fuck, peeing panties!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”