The Tender Side of "柚希礼音 父親"

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