Behind the Scenes: Intimacy in penises are beautiful

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