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