Behind the Scenes of help her masturbate: Tales of Discovery

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