Intimate Moments in black flesh light

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