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