Secret Fantasies in making out with mom

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