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