Behind the Curtain of apns 041: Hidden Longings

Between floors, the elevator halts in apns 041. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, apns 041,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “apns 041, watch apns 041 come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “apns 041, faster, apns 041!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “apns 041, apns 041, fuck, apns 041!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”