Behind the Curtain: Intimate Stories of sex bid

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