mastubating in the mirror: Adventures Full of Courage and Surprises

The elevator climbs fifty floors in mastubating in the mirror, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “mastubating in the mirror” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch mastubating in the mirror,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “mastubating in the mirror… mastubating in the mirror… higher mastubating in the mirror.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “mastubating in the mirror” all the way down.