adult breast sucking: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Triumph

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