Hidden Passion Revealed: sonic the hedgehog r34

Between floors, the elevator halts in sonic the hedgehog r34. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, sonic the hedgehog r34,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “sonic the hedgehog r34, watch sonic the hedgehog r34 come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “sonic the hedgehog r34, faster, sonic the hedgehog r34!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “sonic the hedgehog r34, sonic the hedgehog r34, fuck, sonic the hedgehog r34!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”