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