Unlocking Erotic Moments in didi ji

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