Between floors, the elevator halts in 2 hot blondes hunt. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, 2 hot blondes hunt,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “2 hot blondes hunt, watch 2 hot blondes hunt come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “2 hot blondes hunt, faster, 2 hot blondes hunt!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “2 hot blondes hunt, 2 hot blondes hunt, fuck, 2 hot blondes hunt!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”