clit contraction: Adventures That Will Inspire You

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