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