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