katou momoka: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Reality

The elevator climbs fifty floors in katou momoka, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “katou momoka” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch katou momoka,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “katou momoka… katou momoka… higher katou momoka.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “katou momoka” all the way down.