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She's a feast for her own eyes, her lush form reflected in the mirror as she preens. A wicked smile plays on her lips as she sinks to her knees, her ample bosom heaving with anticipation. She whispers filthy promises to her reflection, then seals them with a wet, open-mouthed kiss on her own hand. Her tongue traces the length of her palm, simulating the act she craves, before plunging deep, gagging herself on her own fingers, a preview of the delights to come.