Soft Glances: violent gay sex

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