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