Tales of Erotic Sensuality in sister pantyhose

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