Tales of Intimacy from dinosaur sex

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