Exploring the Extraordinary Adventures and Secrets of yuna tamago

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