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The dim interior of the elevator draws your eyes to the lit array of buttons. Next to each floor number, it indicates the destination in bold block lettering. Your fingers trace down the panel as if you were caressing the soft skin of a lover. Your mouth hangs open slightly, overwhelmed by the multitude of choices. That is, until your eyes settle upon one in particular that makes your heart skip a beat. Your hand trembles ever so slightly as your finger is drawn forward as if it were possessed. You jump slightly as if shocked by a jolt of static electricity when making contact with the button marked | The dim interior of the elevator draws your eyes to the lit array of buttons. Next to each floor number, it indicates the destination in bold block lettering. Your fingers trace down the panel as if you were caressing the soft skin of a lover. Your mouth hangs open slightly, overwhelmed by the multitude of choices. That is, until your eyes settle upon one in particular that makes your heart skip a beat. Your hand trembles ever so slightly as your finger is drawn forward as if it were possessed. You jump slightly as if shocked by a jolt of static electricity when making contact with the button marked | ||
| + | *[[FetishHotel/mf/AliensMonsters|Aliens and Monsters]] | ||
*[[FetishHotel/mf/Anal|Anal]] | *[[FetishHotel/mf/Anal|Anal]] | ||
*[[FetishHotel/mf/BBW|BBW]] | *[[FetishHotel/mf/BBW|BBW]] | ||
Current revision as of 05:13, 17 August 2016
The dim interior of the elevator draws your eyes to the lit array of buttons. Next to each floor number, it indicates the destination in bold block lettering. Your fingers trace down the panel as if you were caressing the soft skin of a lover. Your mouth hangs open slightly, overwhelmed by the multitude of choices. That is, until your eyes settle upon one in particular that makes your heart skip a beat. Your hand trembles ever so slightly as your finger is drawn forward as if it were possessed. You jump slightly as if shocked by a jolt of static electricity when making contact with the button marked
