MASTURBATING So Hard In The Elevator, I Hope Nobody DISCOVER Me
The sleek elevator walls close in, trapping me in a metal box of desire. My heart pounds, blood rushing to my cunt, as I hike up my skirt, exposing my bare, shaved pussy. Fingers slick with lust, I start rubbing my clit, hard, fast, the wet sounds of my finger-fucking echoing in the confined space. I’m gripping the handrail with one hand, phone with the other, capturing every filthy moment. My breath hitches as I shove two fingers deep inside, fucking myself brutally, the elevator’s subtle vibrations amplifying every sensation. I’m moaning, loud, desperate, praying no one presses the call button, begging to be discovered, to have some stranger catch me masturbating, cum dripping down my thighs.
My orgasm hits like a freight train, body convulsing, juices squirting onto the elevator floor. I’m riding the wave, fingers buried deep, phone still rolling, capturing my raw, unfiltered ecstasy. The elevator dings, doors sliding open, but I’m too far gone, lost in my own debauchery. I stumble out, skirt still hitched, pussy glistening, a mess of sweat and cum, leaving behind a scene of pure, unadulterated fuckery. The camera pans out, revealing the slick, sticky evidence of my elevator orgasm, a dirty secret forever etched in metal and mirror.
