The Hidden Beauty of Female Desire in forced family sex

Between floors, the elevator halts in forced family sex. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, forced family 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 “forced family sex, watch forced family sex come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “forced family sex, faster, forced family sex!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “forced family sex, forced family sex, fuck, forced family sex!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”