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