naked chainsaw man: Chronicles of Triumph, Love, and Dreams

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