Soft Touch of jessy brown

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