Discovering the Hidden Wonders and Stories of licktongue pokemon

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