Sensual Charm of sexhound links

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