Behind the Curtain: Erotic Sensuality in sexo taxi

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