Behind the Curtain of bondage ruler: Hidden Stories

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