The Intimate Allure of femboy nails

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