Loving the Essence of doma r34

Between floors, the elevator halts in doma r34. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, doma r34,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “doma r34, watch doma r34 come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “doma r34, faster, doma r34!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “doma r34, doma r34, fuck, doma r34!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”