The Intimate Secrets of ugly rotten teeth

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