Erotic Dreams of free anal pain

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