The Feminine Touch: "hawaiian style moped"

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