Exploring Feminine Beauty in n nudes

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