Exploring the Untold Life and Adventures of full body tattoos

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