Mirror

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It was a huge mirror that beckoned me
Thus the idea planted like a seed
As in the room I stood to tantalize you see
A movie camera catching each move for thee

First I shower, then dry every inch of skin
Then my show and pleasures begin
I massage sensuous oil over me
Taking such care spreading evenly

I forget the camera as my fingers tease
Then I slowly fall to my knees
The mirror below me as I spread my legs
Shaved pussy lips are easily spread

I watch myself, my fingers again
As the mirror reflects my glistening skin
With a life of their own fingers move
Easily gliding along skin so smooth

My eyes are transfixed as I watch myself
Taking my toy and rubbing my clit
Pussy lips so wet and moist
I take my tongue and lick my wet fingertips

My body arches as I take my toy
Gliding it inside my wet folds
Then my body arches as a wave captures me
Causing me to collapse in ecstasy

But this was only one peak I shall climb
As again I fuck myself with frenzy sublime
As I follow another wave I see my swollen lips
Along with my wet and engorged clit

Pussy juices glisten in the mirror below
I can't seem to stop the warm flow
And I picture you watching this whole scene
As for your eyes only this pleasure I bring.

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