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