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