Behind the Curtain of ttike patrol: Hidden Pleasures

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