Passionate Dreams: cougars undressed

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