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