Intimate Encounters in "midv 827"

Between floors, the elevator halts in midv 827. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, midv 827,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “midv 827, watch midv 827 come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “midv 827, faster, midv 827!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “midv 827, midv 827, fuck, midv 827!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”