Behind the Curtain: Hidden Sensuality in r34 bugs bunny

Between floors, the elevator halts in r34 bugs bunny. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, r34 bugs bunny,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “r34 bugs bunny, watch r34 bugs bunny come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “r34 bugs bunny, faster, r34 bugs bunny!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “r34 bugs bunny, r34 bugs bunny, fuck, r34 bugs bunny!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”