Whispers of Passion in public see through leggings

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