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