Exploring the Fascinating Life and Paths of protogen r34

Between floors, the elevator halts in protogen r34. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, protogen 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 “protogen r34, watch protogen r34 come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “protogen r34, faster, protogen r34!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “protogen r34, protogen r34, fuck, protogen r34!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”