Discovering the Hidden Life and Adventures of blacked sec

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