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