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why isn't it condensing?
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She half-staggered past the sign, barely avoiding walking straight into it, and turned into the alcove. Her right hand shot out and stabbed at the call button automatically, her brain too far gone to catch up. The muscular contractions around her cervix had ceased now, the pain was drifting back down into that pleasurable, wide-open feeling. Amu kept one finger on the call button and dropped the bag full of clothing in front of the elevator doors. Her free hand shot down to her crotch, almost ripping off the flimsy cotton panties in her effort to attend to her aching cunt. Her fingers spread the soaking, puffy lips wide apart and sank in deep, spreading her channel open. The feeling of cool air breezing right up into her uterus made her knees tremble and her head spin.
The elevator dinged, the doors slid open almost too slowly. She dove inside with her purchases and sat against the back wall, legs spread out before her, knees up, panties around one ankle. There was no camera in here. It was safe in here, at least relatively so.
As the elevator hummed down to the second floor, Amu stabbed one foot upward in an impressive display of physical flexibility and thwapped the emergency stop.
Now she could scream, because the elevator was a relic from before the department store, back when this building had been something else. Its walls were thick and sturdy, and the floor six feet across gave plenty of room to move. The little glass windows in the doors showed only darkness, stuck between two floors. Now she could scream all she wanted and kick at the floor and walls with her platform shoes as she ground her clit through orgasm after orgasm as the convulsions began higher up, right in her diaphragm. Now the pain was over, waves of endorphins flooded her brain as her uterus began pressing in on itself to force its contents out into her vaginal passage.
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