Discover the Hidden Stories of strappy undies

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