The Hidden Sensuality of "クロガネ 炎上"

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