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