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