Mirror, mirror, in her hand

She admires her reflection, running her fingers through her hair, letting them linger on her lips. Her eyes wander down, taking in her curves, the swell of her breasts, the smoothness of her skin. She knows every inch of herself, but today, she wants to see more. She wants to see everything. She spreads her legs, letting her hand explore the warmth between them. Her breath hitches as she touches herself, her eyes never leaving the mirror. She's her own audience, her own critic, and she's loving every minute of it.

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