Exploring the Epic Journey and Adventures of explosive farting

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