I stood in front of the mirror, admiring the way my curves looked under the dim light, with that silky black lingerie hugging my body just right. My fingers traced slowly down my sides, feeling the softness of the fabric against my skin, igniting little sparks with every inch. I let my hands roam, teasing myself, pretending it was someone else’s touch, lingering just where I craved it most. My breathing grew heavier as I watched myself, completely lost in the moment, savoring every bit of the forbidden thrill.With each glance in the mirror, my own gaze challenged me, daring me to go further, to indulge in every ounce of my desire. And right there, under that dim glow, I let the pleasure take over, losing myself completely in my own reflection, knowing that tonight, I was my own perfect lover.
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