MILF masturbates and cums in elevator before getting to the top [Elevator]

The elevator doors slide shut with a dull thud, sealing me in with the hum of the machine and the distant echo of a fuck song playing from a store down the hall. The MILF, dressed in a slutty leather corset and fishnet stockings, leans against the rail, her eyes locked onto mine. She grinds her ass against the cold metal, her fingers tracing the edge of her skirt, teasing the hem higher with each pass. She moans softly, her breath hitching as she slips her hand between her legs, rubbing her cunt through the thin fabric. She looks at me, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she slides her fingers inside her pussy, her eyes never leaving mine. The elevator jerks, sending a jolt through her body, and she lets out a low, guttural moan, her fingers fucking her harder, faster. She’s close, I can see it in her eyes, the way her body tenses, the way her breath comes in short, sharp gasps. She pulls her fingers out, coated in her juices, and brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean. Her body convulses, a wave of pleasure crashing over her as she cums, her legs buckling slightly. She rides out her orgasm, her body shaking, her breath ragged. The elevator dings, the doors sliding open to reveal the top floor, but she doesn’t move, her body still trembling from her release.

Her skirt is hiked up to her waist, exposing her soaking wet pussy, glistening with her juices. She slides her fingers back inside, fucking herself slowly, savoring the sensation. She leans back, her head resting against the elevator wall, her eyes closed. She’s a vision of pure, unadulterated filth, her body on full display, her fingers buried deep in her cunt. She moans softly, her hips bucking against her hand, her body seeking more pleasure. She’s insatiable, a fucking sex machine, and she’s not done yet. She pulls her fingers out, trailing them up to her clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. Her body tenses, her breath hitching as she comes again, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She rides it out, her fingers never stopping their relentless assault on her clit. She’s a fucking mess, her body covered in sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but she’s never looked more beautiful. The elevator dings again, the doors sliding open to reveal the top floor, but she doesn’t move, her body still trembling from her release. She looks at me, her eyes filled with lust, and smiles, a slow, seductive smile that promises more filth to come.