Unlocking the Hidden Paths and Adventures of amourath jerkmate

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