thresome stories: The Ultimate Tale of Courage and Mystery

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