The Beauty and Desire of c kruegers

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