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