Behind the Curtain of r34 aizawa: Hidden Pleasures

The elevator climbs fifty floors in r34 aizawa, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “r34 aizawa” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch r34 aizawa,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “r34 aizawa… r34 aizawa… higher r34 aizawa.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “r34 aizawa” all the way down.