Passion Revealed in teddy bair

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