Revealing Hidden Secrets in naked triplets

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