月 うさぎ シルエット: A Tale of Discovery, Mystery, and Adventure

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