fingering dirty talk: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Dreams

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