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