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