steel panther gloryhole: A Story Full of Mystery, Triumph, and Hope

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