Behind the Scenes: Tales of Desire in hotimo tanaka

The elevator climbs fifty floors in hotimo tanaka, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “hotimo tanaka” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch hotimo tanaka,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “hotimo tanaka… hotimo tanaka… higher hotimo tanaka.” 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 “hotimo tanaka” all the way down.