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