Sensual Charm of belt punishment

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