Behind the Romance: close breathing sex positions

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