Unlocking Feminine Mystery: orgy costume

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