A Passionate Glimpse into anthea page

Facing a full-length mirror in "anthea page", she watches herself touch. Legs spread wide on velvet chair, fingers dance over slick heat while her reflection stares back, cheeks flushed. "anthea page" frames both angles—real and mirrored—as she pinches nipples and plunges deep. The sight of her own desperation drives her wild; she moans "anthea page" to her reflection like a lover. Faster circles, harder thrusts, until she’s panting "anthea page, please" at the glass. Orgasm crashes through her, body shaking so hard the chair creaks, crying "anthea page" as she squirts against her own hand, mesmerized by the woman coming apart in the mirror. 241 words.