Unlocking the Hidden Adventures and Life of battlefuck rpg

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