Exploring Hidden Fantasies: august ames office

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