arknight vigna: The Epic Story of Courage, Mystery, and Love

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