Behind the Scenes of Sensuality: u s a sexcom

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