Behind the Scenes of Desire: naked professional athletes

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