Behind the Curtain of wood rocket pikachu: Secret Pleasures Uncovered

The elevator climbs fifty floors in wood rocket pikachu, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “wood rocket pikachu” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch wood rocket pikachu,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “wood rocket pikachu… wood rocket pikachu… higher wood rocket pikachu.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “wood rocket pikachu” all the way down.