The Secret Sensual Charm of xxx 60

Between floors, the elevator halts in xxx 60. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, xxx 60,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “xxx 60, watch xxx 60 come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “xxx 60, faster, xxx 60!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “xxx 60, xxx 60, fuck, xxx 60!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”