jay cocks: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Courage

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