nipple tease: Tales of Hope, Mystery, and Triumph

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