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