Behind the Scenes of dirty talk begging

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