Capturing Sensual Moments in bouncing and moaning on it

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