Exploring the Majestic Life and Adventures of pongs kitchen

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