Let Stranger Fuck me in Public Elevator like crazy

The elevator doors slide shut, sealing us in a tin can of lust. I press the button for the top floor, then turn to the stranger beside me. His eyes are hungry, already undressing me. I hike up my skirt, showing him the black thong stretched taut over my pussy, already glistening. He swallows hard, his cock straining against his pants. I step closer, my breath hot on his ear. “Fuck me,” I whisper, my hand snaking down to rub his bulge. He growls, spinning me around, bending me over the elevator’s cold rail. His hands roam my body, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples through the thin fabric of my top. I moan, pushing my ass back against him, feeling his hardness. He hikes up my skirt further, yanking down my thong. His fingers find my wet slit, rubbing roughly, making me gasp. I hear his zipper, then the sound of a condom wrapper. I brace myself, looking at our reflection in the elevator doors. His eyes are wild, his chest heaving. He spits on his hand, rubbing it on his cock, then lines up at my entrance. With a grunt, he thrusts in, hard, making me cry out. The elevator shakes slightly with each powerful stroke, his balls slapping against my ass. I grip the rail tighter, taking every inch, feeling my orgasm building. His hand reaches around, rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. It’s too much, too intense. I come with a scream, my body convulsing. He groans, his movements becoming erratic, chasing his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he comes, his body shuddering. I stand there, panting, my reflection showing a wild, satisfied smile. The elevator dings, announcing our arrival. We’re both a mess, but fuck, it was worth it.