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Enraptured by her own reflection, she leans in, her tongue darting out to trace the circumference of her areola, before enveloping her entire nipple. She moans, the sensation shooting straight to her core. Her hands knead and squeeze, leaving no inch of her swollen mounds unexplored. She imagines a thousand eager tongues lavishing her, driving her to the brink of madness. Her fingers, slick with desire, plunge into her depths, mimicking the thrusts she craves, until she shatters, her juices coating her fingers, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed with lust.