dirty twerk: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Reality

Between floors, the elevator halts in dirty twerk. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, dirty twerk,” 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 twerk, watch dirty twerk come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “dirty twerk, faster, dirty twerk!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “dirty twerk, dirty twerk, fuck, dirty twerk!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”