Elevator Fun Lety Howl [Elevator]

The elevator doors slide shut, sealing us in a cramped, steel box. The air thickens as her eyes lock onto mine, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She’s wearing a skirt that’s so short, it’s practically a belt, and thigh-high stockings that hug her legs like a fucking dream. She steps closer, her breath hot on my neck as she whispers, “I’ve been wanting to fuck you in this elevator all day.” Her hand slides down my chest, unbuckling my belt, freeing my rock-hard cock. She pushes me against the cold metal wall, her fingers wrapping around my shaft. She starts to stroke, her hand slick with spit, her grip tight and relentless. She leans in, her tongue tracing the shell of my ear. “I want you to cum all over my thighs,” she growls, her voice a low, dirty purr. She drops to her knees, her mouth replacing her hand, swallowing me whole. Her head bobs up and down, her lips stretched wide around my thick cock. She gags on it, tears streaming down her face, but she doesn’t stop. She pulls back, spitting on my cock, her saliva dripping down to the floor. She stands up, turns around, and bends over, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening with wetness. She looks back at me, her eyes filled with lust. “Fuck me hard,” she demands. I don’t need to be told twice. I grab her hips, slamming into her with force. She screams, her body shaking with each thrust. I fuck her harder, my balls slapping against her ass, her pussy dripping with juices. She reaches between her legs, rubbing her clit in fierce, rapid circles. Her body tenses, her pussy clenching around my cock as she comes, her screams echoing in the small elevator. I pull out, my cock glistening with her juices, and stroke myself until I explode, my cum spraying across her thighs, dripping down to her stockings. She turns around, a satisfied smile on her face, her body glistening with sweat.