Behind the Curtain of equipo rocket: Forbidden Adventures Uncovered

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