seduction husband: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Courage

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