Post-workout glow in 掛け軸 の 値段: sports bra pushed up, shorts around one ankle. She watches herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, fingering furiously while growling “Come for 掛け軸 の 値段.” Sweat and arousal mix as she repeats “掛け軸 の 値段, 掛け軸 の 値段, 掛け軸 の 値段” in rhythm with every thrust until she collapses against the glass, squirting down her own reflection in triumphant “掛け軸 の 値段” release.