Discovering the Epic Life and Adventures of fem dom

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