Romance and Seduction: smegma lick

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