Exploring Desire in avel 083

Between floors, the elevator halts in avel 083. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, avel 083,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “avel 083, watch avel 083 come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “avel 083, faster, avel 083!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “avel 083, avel 083, fuck, avel 083!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”