Behind the Curtain of girls favorite position: Stories Never Told Before

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