Behind the Curtain of anime eroge: Hidden Sensuality

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