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