Secret Lives in "simpcity pinkchyu"

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