Discovering the Hidden Adventures and Stories of office jerk off

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