sexual star wars: Tales of Mystery, Courage, and Triumph

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