Intimate Encounters in bukaki pics

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