Behind the Scenes of shotathome com: Dreams and Discoveries

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