Capturing the Feminine Spirit in amateur sex in the car

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