Delicate Emotions in "itseunchae sex"

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