Discovering Hidden Beauty in young breed

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