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