Behind the Curtain of is reiju sanji sister: Hidden Mysteries

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