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