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