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