Behind the Curtain of gurgle sounds: Secret Pleasures

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