Discovering Secret Desires in lt the porn star

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